Dreading the Dawn

This long night has to pass, while the fate of morning still unseen dreading the dawn,the fear struck but still hoping somethig might change.. few hours of blood and tears, counting my breath with utmost fear, with this unfair judgement of lord, still facing the truth, which is not.. taking the guilt of other's sins, unravelling the rhymes of my own past, still anticipating somethig to happen, in these few hours which won't last.. five, five is the time of morning light, decision unchanged, with the knot so tight, I see the darkness with my eyes closed feeling the death so chill and cold.. I whine over my own fate, and hate myself more than this uncanny world, but still i hope somethig might change, may it be a nightmare, with these fears washing away, redeeming myself to live just one more day...